Orphans of Doom

In sacred city ransom captive
Eternal battles re-enacted
These gates have seen countless invasions
By holy warriors armed and brazen

Kings and princes were unable
To liberate this burning cradle
Throngs of youth divine inspired
Shall launch the next crusade required

When you encounter the sword
You'd better plead with the Lord
As it cuts deeper than faith
The numbers that follow are strong
Jerusalem's worlds away

From pastures and wretched hovels
Thy doom-bound orphans gather
Obeying not this warning:
Beware the snake-oil prophet
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